I don't think i ever stopped dreaming. Certainly not in the life sense, where i have dreams for my family (i help grow strong wings for the kids while D provides deep roots; or D would say I am strategic and influencing while she is executing and relationship building). Nor at work where I am renowned for the vision thing and retropolating bold moves to reach it.
But this blog about dreams is not about family or work aspirations. Its literally about a dream I had last night. The fact that i remember it is notable enough because i can't recall any other time in the past decade.
So the dream. It goes like this ...
Dreamt I was on a flight and the pilot suddenly gave up. And somehow, though I have no experience, I took over the cockpit and tried to fly the plane. The plane was flying through a city area and as the pilot had left his seat it was descending dangerously close to the high rises. I had to manoeuvre the plane away from the buildings. But given the proximity of the buildings there was no space for me to lift the plane to a higher altitude and it was going to get stuck between the buildings.
Thankfully there was an incomplete construction and I could just attempt a landing there. Which is what I did and all 100+ passengers were safe. But instead of being celebrated as a hero, I was instead subjected to an investigation by the air safety board. They interrogated me as to why I would pilot a plane with so many lives on board when I didn’t know how to fly the plane.
I couldn’t explain it nor could I explain how I was able to fly so well and did so without any communications with the air traffic control. It was all on instinct and from the heart. And I kept telling the investigators is that the plane is safe and the lives are safe. And that’s what matters.
It is the strangest dream and you know I don’t dream or don’t remember my dreams but this was so vivid, it got seared into my memory.
Truth is it could be a movie i just watched playing in my mind.
Or it could be my 3rd act i am thinking of and the uncertainties thereof, or my health scare (more about that later). And all mixed up with my inner Han Solo piloting the Millenium Falcon or the inner Bruce Lee breaking conventions.
What's your interpretation?
And was it Van Gogh who said "I dream of my painting and then i paint my dream". Maybe I should do that!
